I couldn't concentrate on the class today, so I skipped it.
Because I was not interested in the secret of the rope pattern of Jomon Pottery.
It seemed more important to me today to watch the birds eat fish.
I went to the river.
There is a river about 10 class river 10 minutes' walk from school.
The river is a little high so as not to overflow, and there are many benches beside it, which is a rest area.
But it was not easy to see.
I thought it would be all right, so I kept looking at it, and a big white bird flew into the river.
Here comes the bird. I wish I could have a fish soon.
I saw him groom for about five minutes in the river. I wonder what it is.
They do the same things you do when you wake up in the morning and wash your face. I wonder if birds wash their faces.
Thinking about it, she put a fish in her mouth. And I had a drink.
Oh, it goes so easily. I wonder if I can taste it.
He is casually groomed, as if nothing had happened.
One life became food. That word remained in the corner of my head, but when I ate the gyudon in the school cafeteria, that idea blew away.
I was just hungry.
Come to think of it, I forgot to eat breakfast.
Oh, I want to eat sushi today.
I took the next lecture while remembering the taste of salmon.
(I want to eat sushi where many lives gather.)
